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11/05/2021
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Until(s) Halloween
Well... Life as a loser was just no bed of roses... Not even on Halloween.
... And Tinder dates were also no longer what they once were.
Painfully, he had to learn that Influencer was not a flu-like disease, but actually a profession.
... and of all evils led to an intellectual suicide on each of his dates.
Where should this only lead?
Somehow he also longed for an intellectual exchange once. One said its neighbor Angela of Gegenüber would be by its intelligence a serious contender for NASA.
Phew... But since Dimi often couldn't resist his voyeuristic tendencies, he knew he could definitely resist Angela.
She was, to put it briefly, a boring gray mouse. With stringy unwashed hair, pale skin and a style not to be taken seriously. The only thing that made her interesting was that she seemed to be able to create as many disasters as he did. How likeable... But it didn't help. Because as they say... the eye eats with.
At Harry's annual Halloween party, which he always called Harryween for fun, it was also the same every year. Heinz from above dressed up as Spiderman, somehow fit the weirdo. Ali as a Turkish Hulk with a black moustache. Sylvia as a witch, he just let this thought stand. ... and he finally as Batman in bat form. Only this year, he could not do that.
Finally, the whole evil began with the fact that... well, you know.
So he had to come up with something else. Only what? ... and there was his stupid work colleague, who had to force a stupid horoscope on him, of all things, with the words: "Tonight, your spirits will hunt you." How fortunate that he didn't believe in such nonsense. Nevertheless, his jaw dropped every time he just thought of those words.
While Dimi was mulling it over, Sylvia had invited Angela to join her. Actually, the meeting could not have been more contradictory. For Sylvia believed in the power of witches, while Angela was a real scientist. But for Halloween this year, they had plans together.
Sylvia felt incredibly sorry for Angela. Since she had broken up with her boyfriend, she had let herself go completely, was obsessed with her work and was convinced at NASA to finally come into contact with a supernatural force.
But Sylvia wanted to fulfill her this dream already at Halloween. Everything until 24 o'clock, until the scary hour. But for this she had also fetched some styling highlights for the party at 23:00. All kinds of stuff from LOREAL. From shampoo to all the care and makeup highlights, there was just everything. This would be an unforgettable night.
So while the normal and not so normal people were preparing for Halloween, the argument was in full swing... Karl and Greta Garbo just couldn't agree on anything: "Choupette, Choupette, always raving about your stupid Choupette. How can a man let such a chick turn his head. Is she the only thing you miss on earth?" "Greta... Greta, my beautiful... and I always have to listen to everything from your stupid Dimi, so what does it matter if you have to listen to some cat content from me?" Admittedly, heaven wasn't what it used to be. After all, it was now full of people who pretended to be nice, but really weren't... But tonight, they should be able to look forward to a change.
"Angela, are you finally ready?" asked Sylvia. "Yaa, go ahead. Won't happen anyway." "Witches unite for Halloween, see to what stands to, to whom, let the magic awaken today and let only the untruths and cowardice pull. Witches unite to Halloween."
"Angela, do you feel anything?" "No." "Phew, then I did something wrong."
"Karl, where are we? Karl..." "Greta, my dear, look at those hands. Oh my God, we're back on Earth! Probably in Neander Valley!"
"Angela?"
"Who's Angela? It's me, don't you recognize me?"
"Ok, it seems... Ohhhhhh my God!"
And then Sylvia fainted for the first time.
"Greta, look in a mirror..."
"Oh my God Karl, we've been teleported into a scarecrow! Look at this shaggy hair. Ohhhh my god. Lift up those sweatpants... ok good, yet clean."
"Greta my dear, didn't you used to be so talented at grooming one out of nothing yourself? There are some grooming utensils there, maybe something will work. And you know me, with a little fabric, I can do wonders."
So they washed the newly given body and mind first of all the hair with the LOREAL Dream Length Shampoo, then there was a cure with the LOREAL ELVITAL Rapid Revier. The whole thing smelled delightfully like monoi, the kind the Polynesian beauties always use to make their hair shine with smooth silkiness. Then came a light teen note to it.
"Oh, Karl, look, there's still coconut oil."
"Oh Greta, do you want to pick someone up and watch Monty Python's Knights of the Coconut with them? Don't do that."
"Just a little bit."
"Okay."
"Shall we put on some more of that vanilla scent and make some tea?" "Ok, but just a little, it's been smelling like the Monoi and the LOREAL Rapid Reviver all along."
Swish, hair blow-dried, put in waves, eyebrows plucked, makeup on and tadaaaaaa....
"Greta my dear! You just look like an alien godess! I am thrilled!"
"Wow, not bad... Do you think we can go on the road like this?"
"But hello, let's see the street!"
"Karl, oh my God, Karl! There he is. In the window across the street, that's Dimi."
"Waaaaaas, that's the asshole who screwed all my models five years ago."
"Waaaaaas?"
"You know what Karl, we're going to pay him a visit now! As ghosts of Halloween!"
Ding-Dong...
But when Dimi opened and Bodo, his white Persian cat, was standing in the doorway with him, something completely different happened.
"Greta my Alien Godess, is it you?" he asked.
"While Karl only Choupette?" whispered.
... and each of those involved had to admit that, in their own special way, they missed their long-lost great love.
... and everyone carried his own personal ghosts deep in his heart.
EPILOG
A ghost of you is all that I have left
It's all that I have left of you to hold
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me
And nothing left of what we were at all.
Good Charlotte - A Ghost of You
Addendum to the fragrance:
Actually, Dimi should have been haunted by an alien. After extensive testing, however, I have come to the conclusion that this fragrance has no alien DNA, but a clear LOREAL DNA. However, as a big LOREAL fan, I can say that you feel thoroughly cared for with this fragrance and on days when you need that extra dose of care, you can make a lucky grab with this bottle. However, I will join the statements, with me the durability is more like a cologne, which I personally find very pleasant.
... And Tinder dates were also no longer what they once were.
Painfully, he had to learn that Influencer was not a flu-like disease, but actually a profession.
... and of all evils led to an intellectual suicide on each of his dates.
Where should this only lead?
Somehow he also longed for an intellectual exchange once. One said its neighbor Angela of Gegenüber would be by its intelligence a serious contender for NASA.
Phew... But since Dimi often couldn't resist his voyeuristic tendencies, he knew he could definitely resist Angela.
She was, to put it briefly, a boring gray mouse. With stringy unwashed hair, pale skin and a style not to be taken seriously. The only thing that made her interesting was that she seemed to be able to create as many disasters as he did. How likeable... But it didn't help. Because as they say... the eye eats with.
At Harry's annual Halloween party, which he always called Harryween for fun, it was also the same every year. Heinz from above dressed up as Spiderman, somehow fit the weirdo. Ali as a Turkish Hulk with a black moustache. Sylvia as a witch, he just let this thought stand. ... and he finally as Batman in bat form. Only this year, he could not do that.
Finally, the whole evil began with the fact that... well, you know.
So he had to come up with something else. Only what? ... and there was his stupid work colleague, who had to force a stupid horoscope on him, of all things, with the words: "Tonight, your spirits will hunt you." How fortunate that he didn't believe in such nonsense. Nevertheless, his jaw dropped every time he just thought of those words.
While Dimi was mulling it over, Sylvia had invited Angela to join her. Actually, the meeting could not have been more contradictory. For Sylvia believed in the power of witches, while Angela was a real scientist. But for Halloween this year, they had plans together.
Sylvia felt incredibly sorry for Angela. Since she had broken up with her boyfriend, she had let herself go completely, was obsessed with her work and was convinced at NASA to finally come into contact with a supernatural force.
But Sylvia wanted to fulfill her this dream already at Halloween. Everything until 24 o'clock, until the scary hour. But for this she had also fetched some styling highlights for the party at 23:00. All kinds of stuff from LOREAL. From shampoo to all the care and makeup highlights, there was just everything. This would be an unforgettable night.
So while the normal and not so normal people were preparing for Halloween, the argument was in full swing... Karl and Greta Garbo just couldn't agree on anything: "Choupette, Choupette, always raving about your stupid Choupette. How can a man let such a chick turn his head. Is she the only thing you miss on earth?" "Greta... Greta, my beautiful... and I always have to listen to everything from your stupid Dimi, so what does it matter if you have to listen to some cat content from me?" Admittedly, heaven wasn't what it used to be. After all, it was now full of people who pretended to be nice, but really weren't... But tonight, they should be able to look forward to a change.
"Angela, are you finally ready?" asked Sylvia. "Yaa, go ahead. Won't happen anyway." "Witches unite for Halloween, see to what stands to, to whom, let the magic awaken today and let only the untruths and cowardice pull. Witches unite to Halloween."
"Angela, do you feel anything?" "No." "Phew, then I did something wrong."
"Karl, where are we? Karl..." "Greta, my dear, look at those hands. Oh my God, we're back on Earth! Probably in Neander Valley!"
"Angela?"
"Who's Angela? It's me, don't you recognize me?"
"Ok, it seems... Ohhhhhh my God!"
And then Sylvia fainted for the first time.
"Greta, look in a mirror..."
"Oh my God Karl, we've been teleported into a scarecrow! Look at this shaggy hair. Ohhhh my god. Lift up those sweatpants... ok good, yet clean."
"Greta my dear, didn't you used to be so talented at grooming one out of nothing yourself? There are some grooming utensils there, maybe something will work. And you know me, with a little fabric, I can do wonders."
So they washed the newly given body and mind first of all the hair with the LOREAL Dream Length Shampoo, then there was a cure with the LOREAL ELVITAL Rapid Revier. The whole thing smelled delightfully like monoi, the kind the Polynesian beauties always use to make their hair shine with smooth silkiness. Then came a light teen note to it.
"Oh, Karl, look, there's still coconut oil."
"Oh Greta, do you want to pick someone up and watch Monty Python's Knights of the Coconut with them? Don't do that."
"Just a little bit."
"Okay."
"Shall we put on some more of that vanilla scent and make some tea?" "Ok, but just a little, it's been smelling like the Monoi and the LOREAL Rapid Reviver all along."
Swish, hair blow-dried, put in waves, eyebrows plucked, makeup on and tadaaaaaa....
"Greta my dear! You just look like an alien godess! I am thrilled!"
"Wow, not bad... Do you think we can go on the road like this?"
"But hello, let's see the street!"
"Karl, oh my God, Karl! There he is. In the window across the street, that's Dimi."
"Waaaaaas, that's the asshole who screwed all my models five years ago."
"Waaaaaas?"
"You know what Karl, we're going to pay him a visit now! As ghosts of Halloween!"
Ding-Dong...
But when Dimi opened and Bodo, his white Persian cat, was standing in the doorway with him, something completely different happened.
"Greta my Alien Godess, is it you?" he asked.
"While Karl only Choupette?" whispered.
... and each of those involved had to admit that, in their own special way, they missed their long-lost great love.
... and everyone carried his own personal ghosts deep in his heart.
EPILOG
A ghost of you is all that I have left
It's all that I have left of you to hold
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me
And nothing left of what we were at all.
Good Charlotte - A Ghost of You
Addendum to the fragrance:
Actually, Dimi should have been haunted by an alien. After extensive testing, however, I have come to the conclusion that this fragrance has no alien DNA, but a clear LOREAL DNA. However, as a big LOREAL fan, I can say that you feel thoroughly cared for with this fragrance and on days when you need that extra dose of care, you can make a lucky grab with this bottle. However, I will join the statements, with me the durability is more like a cologne, which I personally find very pleasant.
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